let the parting be as formal as
an invitation card
let the date be specific
the rituals well defined
let us forgo the waving of the hands
try the flying kiss as you embark
on a trip
back grounded by the deep honk of
the boat
let it be said
there are no final goodbyes
just like
temporary hellos
people change and like the seasons
follow the cycle of
here and now
and see you later
as the iguanas shed off their skins
so must we in our beliefs
in pain we molt but in due time
we are smooth again
rebounding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem